[ There's a surprised pause at that, brows lifting. Chocolate.... on a bar like this one? He's never imagined such a thing, mulling it over conversationally as they walk. ]
I've not had chocolate in such a way before. It is served as a beverage, in my time. Hot — it would be nice if we had it here.
[ Something to be enjoyed on such cold days... Edward lifts his head towards that coldness as he leads them along, breathing in the sterile chill and exhaling soft puffs of fog. When Kate voices that she'd like to ask him a question, he's looking back down at her, expression even and patient, giving her his full attention; of course she can. But something catches hold of him, the way she's looking, the severity to it...
No one's come for us
His walking slows as he gives a soft exhale. The question feels like a sharp wire forcing its way through his heart, thin and slicing. 'Are we trapped here?'
Edward's quiet for a few long moments. Perhaps that reaction in itself is telling. He has no thought to lie to her, but..... to put that truth into words is something he's not wanted to do for anyone — and perhaps especially for her. This kind and gentle young woman who already knows what it is to feel so trapped, and who has suffered greatly for it. ]
We are, for this moment. [ Is the quiet answer. Not a lie at all, but also something that has some... hope to it. For this moment. Not forever. But.... yes, he will be honest with her. ]
...I do not know how long that moment may last. But the weather may clear, over time, enough that we can find a way through. I promise you, I won't stop trying.
[ He gives a firm nod. He won't give up. Not even if others do. He won't. But he continues after a moment, voiced softly. Has she been worrying about it, plagued by it? ]
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I've not had chocolate in such a way before. It is served as a beverage, in my time. Hot — it would be nice if we had it here.
[ Something to be enjoyed on such cold days... Edward lifts his head towards that coldness as he leads them along, breathing in the sterile chill and exhaling soft puffs of fog. When Kate voices that she'd like to ask him a question, he's looking back down at her, expression even and patient, giving her his full attention; of course she can. But something catches hold of him, the way she's looking, the severity to it...
No one's come for us
His walking slows as he gives a soft exhale. The question feels like a sharp wire forcing its way through his heart, thin and slicing. 'Are we trapped here?'
Edward's quiet for a few long moments. Perhaps that reaction in itself is telling. He has no thought to lie to her, but..... to put that truth into words is something he's not wanted to do for anyone — and perhaps especially for her. This kind and gentle young woman who already knows what it is to feel so trapped, and who has suffered greatly for it. ]
We are, for this moment. [ Is the quiet answer. Not a lie at all, but also something that has some... hope to it. For this moment. Not forever. But.... yes, he will be honest with her. ]
...I do not know how long that moment may last. But the weather may clear, over time, enough that we can find a way through. I promise you, I won't stop trying.
[ He gives a firm nod. He won't give up. Not even if others do. He won't. But he continues after a moment, voiced softly. Has she been worrying about it, plagued by it? ]
It's something you've been.... concerned about?